enting his side of the case at
the meeting.

Upon Anstey, as on a former occasion, fell the task of making
Prescott's side clear.

The class meeting had not been in session many minutes when Dick's
accusers had made it rather plain that Mr. Prescott, following
his previous course with Jordan, had revenged himself also on
Durville, who had taken an active part in securing the imposition
of the silence.

Anstey took the floor in a fiery defence. He brought forth the
statement that Prescott had not made any attempt to pry into the
goings or comings of the unlucky Durville. The Virginian declared
that Prescott had happened to be abroad in time to "catch" Mr.
Durville, simply because Prescott had started for the office of
the officer in charge with an official paper that he had been
tardy about turning in.

Though Anstey dwelt upon this side of the case with consummate
oratory, the defence was regarded as "too transparent." Anstey's
good faith was not questioned, but Prescott's was.

In the turmoil the office of class president was declared vacant.
Anstey was nominated for the office just made vacant, but, with
cold politeness, he refused what, at any other time, would have
been a high honor.

Cadet Douglass was presently elected class president.

Then further action was taken with regard to Cadet Richard Prescott.
Without further debate a motion was carried that Prescott be sent
to Coventry for good and all.

The class meeting adjourned, and upon Greg Holmes, who was informed
by Anstey, fell the task of carrying the decision to Dick.

"I expected it, Holmesy," was Dick's quiet reply.

"Buck up, anyway, old ramrod," begged Greg. "This terrible mess
will all be straightened out before graduation."

"Not in time to do me any good," replied Dick gloomily.

"Now what do you mean?"

But Dick closed his jaws firmly.

Greg knew better than to press his questioning further, just then.
He contented himself with crossing the room, resting both hands
on Dick's shoulders.

"Now, old ramrod, just remember this: Into every life a good deal
of trouble comes. It is up to each fellow, in his own case, to
show how much of a man he is. The fellow who lies down, or runs
away, isn't a man. The fellow who fights his trouble out to a
grim finish, is a man every inch of his five or six feet! The
class is wild, just now, but on misinformation. Fight it out!
Enemies of yours have brought you to this pass. Don't run awa